Konoha: Genocide Night? I Will Stand In The Sky!

call.

Uchiha Madara exhaled deeply and clenched his fists: I can understand your feelings, but I am not your ancestor!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: That. Can you try it if you want?

Hashirama's padded jacket:?

Is this group owner suffering from some serious illness, can this thing be tried?

Sand sculpture group owner: I think Madara-san is really similar to my ancestor, so similar! Your personalities are exactly the same! If Madara-san doesn't mind, I can call you Madara ancestor in the future!

Poisonous Old Fat: None... If the group leader wants to call it that way, I can follow suit.

Mentally disabled female nerve: Ah, then I also...

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Forget it, don't fool around with me.

Mentally disabled female nerves: why?!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: At your age, my ancestors would call you grandma.

Mentally disabled female nerves: love "Zero Six Three" is regardless of age, others can!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Weak rejection.

Mentally disabled female nerves:? She is not weak! She is a goddess, a true goddess! In the future, our little baby will definitely inherit all the advantages of the two of us and become a natural divine that no one in the entire heaven can afford!

Akuya even began to fantasize in her mind that she is more expensive than her mother.

Those younger goddesses who once looked down on her would line up to hug her thigh and cry to be their daughter-in-law. The most conspicuous among them is the padded breast goddess she is familiar with!

Ah ha ha ha, that is such a wonderful sight!

Poisonous old man: Master Akuya, this weakness is not the weakness of the weak.

Mentally disabled female nerve: Huh?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: It's a mentally retarded weak, you mentally retarded!

Mentally disabled female nerves: Weak, mentally retarded? How is it possible! This is impossible, this goddess is not mentally retarded! Hey, my lord...you actually want to say this is not what you want to say, right?

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Of course, Master Akuya. How can you be mentally handicapped? Weak, at least there are.

Mentally disabled female nerves: Yes, being weak is at least considered...?

In the middle of Akuya's words, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Weakness is at least considered to be there, but I don't have it at all?

asshole!

The bloody bastard!

Akuya was so angry that her seven orifices suddenly burst into smoke: Dog group master, you go to die!

Poisonous Old Fat: It's offline.

Sand sculpture group owner: Yes, it's offline. It is probably the fault of the ancestor Madara who huddled in a corner and wept silently.

Poisonous Old Fat: Indeed.

Uchiha Madara's face trembled:? It's none of my business! Also, I'm not your ancestor!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Is there a possibility that you are actually one?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: I, Uchiha Madara, put my words here today! If I become your ancestor someday, I'd rather be a dog!

How can the descendants of the next generation bring out their ancestors to ridicule and whip their corpses, whoever treats them as their ancestors is really a bad luck for eight lifetimes!

He Uchiha Madara is not a fool to fall for this bastard!

Poisonous Old Fat: Pfft!

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu didn't hold back immediately, and just burst out laughing.

Wu Yue also took a deep breath: Madara-san, are you playing too much?

Hashirama's Little Padded Jacket: I, Uchiha Madara, always do what I say! Needless to say, I'm here!

He still has a lot of things to do next, and he doesn't have time to waste this nonsense.

Poison tongue old man: what to do, the ancestor of Madara seems to be a dog......

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Copy this passage from him, and paste it into the group in front of him.

Poisonous Old Fat: Pfft, you bastard!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Brother Dye!

[Hint: The man with the hairspray hand uploaded the fruit of the sacred tree. Pricing: 15000 points】

Man with Hairspray: Take it yourself.

Wuyue entered the commodity sales area and clicked to buy, and there was an extra red fruit in his hand.

Sand Sculpture Group Owner: Thanks Brother Ran, it can be taken off the shelves. How is my blood and what is the effect?

Aizen stared at the bulging milky white substance in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curled up: the research has just started, so don't be too impatient.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Alright. I want to send someone to study with you, what do you think?

Man with hairspray: Well, Yakushi Kabuto, yes.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: That's it, let's say goodbye! Xiabao, let's go try the Hexiu method and the Immortal Body! You can't wait, sister!

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's face flushed: Idiot, don't talk about it in the group!

Wuyue closed the chat group, and the hole in the black cavity was also opened in the office at the same time.

Konoha, Hokage office.

"My heart is ashamed, my heart is ashamed!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had been put back by Wuzuki, was sitting on his chair again, beating his chest and feet, with a face full of guilt... "I, this Hokage, was incompetent and failed to live up to everyone's expectations and entrustments! "

Danzo, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu standing on both sides of his lower head were hesitant to speak, and they felt sorry for each other.

"Danzo, you should give up mine!" Sarutobi Hiruzen stood up and said with emotion: "As a Hokage, I should have practiced the guiding ideology of the will of fire! Turn myself into fire, in exchange for Konoha's Prosper and take off! How can Konoha suffer such a heavy price and loss just because of me?"

"No need to say more, Hiruzen!" Danzo shook his head and said seriously: "Konoha can't live without you!"

"Danzo, you too can be Hokage!"

"You are my best friend, Hiruzen! How can I let my best friend chill because of the mere position of Hokage?"

"Danzo!"

"Hiruzen!"

The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be some kind of special friendship flickering in their eyes.

Until Sarutobi Hiruzen inadvertently touched a document in the pile of documents on the desk. I pulled it out subconsciously, and saw the big characters "Hokage Change Application Form" written on it.

stunned.

Sarutobi Hiruzen froze in place. After looking at the document, he turned his gaze to Danzo opposite.

"That's a waste case." Danzo turned his face away calmly, and said, "As the old man said before, you are my best friend! Old man, how can I make you feel cold 4.5?"

"I believe in you, Danzo!" Sarutobi Hiruzen breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands and said, "If you really want to do Hokage, you won't use the funds in the vault to redeem me.

"Well, the funds in the treasury were not used." Mitokado Homura lowered his head and whispered.

Sarutobi Hiruzen was stunned, and said, "What?"

"During the time you were captured by Kawa no Kyou, the funds in the treasury had been stolen by that White Zetsu avatar named A Fei."

"Then how did you get together the ransom?"

"Hmm. Danzo borrowed three billion from the Fire Nation daimyo in your name..."

"Grass, what the hell is Laozi!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes darkened, and he immediately fell to the ground.

"Hiruzen, Hiruzen!"

"You have nothing to do, Hiruzen!"